You're a swine. And I'm saying that's an insult to the pig. In the foul furrow that you dig. Why don't you lay your head down. In that unconsecrated ground?.
Sweet dreams of you, every night I go through. I should hate you girl the whole night through. Instead I'm having sweet dreams all about you. . You don't love me it's plain.
Times are tough for English babies. Send the army and the navy. Beat up strangers who talk funny. Take their greasy foreign money. . Skin shop, red leather, hot line.
Do you remember how to say please?. You've had your own way for such a long time. Your lash is sweet now, I dry your cheek. You think I'm powerless when you weep.
She wears a wedding ring her sister lent. To throw them off the scent. Just let them guess, it's what they expect. Who in the world has bitten her neck?.
It's not very far from Sulphur to Sugarcane. Everywhere I travel the pretty girls call my name. I give them a squeeze and they shoot me a wink. I buy their hard-headed husbands a long cool drink.
While Nat King Cole sings "Welcome To My World". You request some song you hate you sentimental fool. And it's the force of habit. If it moves then you fuck it.
Well, there's an old man's fantasy. Put in a young girl's mouth. Like cheap pink lipstick. Smeared on her wedding dress. . Will you look what you've done to her.
We used to go out walkin' hand in hand. You told me all the big things you had planned. It wasn't long till all your dreams came true. Success put me in second place with you.
On a hot city day, when your white shirt turns to gray. That's when she'll arrive. When you look how you feel, someone steps upon your heel. That's when she will come.
This never was one of the great romances. But I thought you'd always have those young girl's eyes. But now they look in tired and bitter glances. At the ghost of a man who walks 'round in my disguise.
There's a hand on a wire that leads to my mouth. I can hear you knockin' but I'm not comin' out. Don't want to be a puppet or a ventriloquist. 'Cause there's no ventilation on a critical list.
Do you love him. Or is it still too soon to know?. When I think back a couple of days. Before I found you in his spell. Was there a warning?. What can I say.
How many wrinkles in a pickle. How many hairs in a head. How many waves in the ocean. How many crumbs in bed. But last but not least, but baby most of all.
Still. These few lines I'll devote. To a marvelous girl covered up with my coat. Pull it up to your chin. I'll hold you until the day will begin. . Still.
You should wear your red galoshes. Walking o'er the city pride. Streets are paved with heaven's pennies. Gutters full of suicides. . Teddy steadily fell from grace.
The tempest blows up from a squall. Past the Cape of Bad Conscience. Into the Gulf of the Cauldron. Roars over the coastline to batter and flatten. Exposing the roots like the dyed hair of slattern.
It's started to come to me. Your new career would probably end like this. All that professional lipstick pressed into an amateur kiss. Farewell to the studied lines and carefully broken hearts.
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